This is a little blog about stuff. My stuff. Not your stuff.
I’ve been thinking that I could be a successful blogger with thousands of posts and hundreds of thousands of followers. I’ve read all the advice on becoming a successful blogger. I can see how all of that would work.
Sadly, it’s not me. I am not that guy.
So I’ve decided to become an unsuccessful blogger. I am going to do it my way for me. My audience is me and my voice is mine.
Here in these pages I shall explore my faith, my woodworking and marquetry, my joy in singing sea shanties, my delight in literary criticism and doing intertextual readings, my bad jokes, my bad poetry, my need for power tools – everything with the occasional right turn at Albuquerque. Well almost everything. There are boundaries – lines I won’t cross but I am not going to tell you what those lines are or where they are. I reserve the right to change boundaries – to extend or to pull back.
I reserve the right to do as I damn well please without regard for my readers.
So, who am I?
I am Andrew. First and last of my kind. I am one of the first to build and use a personal computer and one of the last to create a Facebook account. I am one of the last ‘baby boomers.’ Born when the masses of World War II babies were just leaving high school. Too old to be a GenX but too young to clearly be a boomer. I am stuck between. I missed out on being a ‘yuppie’ but was never part of the downtrodden masses. I never understood 80’s rock and roll. At church I am the youngest in the room but at work I am the “gray beard” waxing wistfully over past achievements and hoping that I’ve have the energy to cross one more bridge. I am a leader but often sit as an outsider looking in.
I am at one with my duality.
The world is a mystery to me and I am content not knowing all the answers. A good question delights me more than a solid answer.
I am a mystic.
I am Andrew